Deviled out

Lose my breath, sometimes I fear losing my breath. I wonder if over the past three

Years Iv'e lost a step, I'm grasping for air as if Iv'e got strep. I wonder around this earth,

Just trynna catch my breath while thinking what's my next step. Maybe my next step,

is to take one step, hit the gym and hit another rep, hit one more set.

Go outside, touch grass and get off the internet, go to the library and find a cutie,

Then we can interact, I tell her short little joke and what do you know, she laughed.

I thought I was gonna get stabbed or Jabbed, thought I was gonna go ahhhh.

But nahhh, she was pretty, pretty deadly, her stare is so heavy, I don't say that lightly.

It scared me so much that her ex wanted to fight me. He's something of big scary dude,

he acted a little rude, I hit him with the what's over there, he looked that way,

so I stole his food and ran. Funny how she saw me as Superman and I saw her as the Taliban.

Maybe I'll see her again in my lifespan,

Well hopefully cause she knew how to strut that that thang, inside of my head she went bang bang

Inside of my head, I wanted be dead, and I mean dead. Through Christ he made me alive,

That means being born twice, that means understanding all the addictions I need to sacrifice.

She would hit me with those thick thighs, I'll hit her with those deep sighs or quick goodbyes.

Please girl give me some fries, don't need no second tries. You were my demise,

I realized, I was made for more, Jesus has the final score, he has already won the war.

Trust me, trust me, you don't have to worry anymore.